Page 102 of A Debt of Darkness

“Please, Master.”

His hands brush aside the delicate lace and I writhe, desperate for him to relieve the pressure and heat between my legs. Henry hisses as he sucks air through his teeth and his fingers run over me, playing with the mess I’ve made of myself.

“Fucking needy pet,” he mumbles. “Making such a mess because Master made you wait.”

“I can’t…”

He tsks and I quiet. “You think I don’t know? I knowexactly where you are, Ivy. I know the pleasure rippling through you and destroying every inch of your fucking perfect body. I know the agony of being forced to wait, desperate for relief, and the ecstasy you’ll get when I slide my cock inside you.”

I blush and arch my back, throwing my head against the mattress as I give in and let the filthy things he’s saying make me more aroused.

“I’m going to fuck you until you break, lea. Until that perfect pussy of yours can’t take anymore and you don’t know what the fuck you want. I want you caught between agony and ecstasy. I want you begging for my cock to relieve the unbearable tension of being without me inside you.”

My core trembles and I bite my lip, whining as his thumb catches my clit.

“Ask me nicely, lea.”

Fuck, I’m done. I’m already embarrassingly close to climax and Henry’s barely touched me. I’d give anything for release and when he blows air over it, I break.

“Please, Henry. Please. I need this. I need you. Fucking hell, Henry. I can’t take any more of this. Please.”

He grins and his fingers press against my clit. Pleasure sweeps through me and I groan loudly, no longer caring about any of the noises coming out of my mouth.

“Beg, lea.”

I’m too turned on to question what the hell I’m going to say, and I start pleading for more. I’m writhing on the bed, opening my legs and offering him anything—everything—I can to get him to give me more. My body’s alive and I’ve never known excitement like this. I’m hot and fucking bothered, and so close to climax that my legs are tensing, but I can’t quite get there. I’m dangerously close to falling off the edge and Henry’s holding me there, keeping me balanced on a knife-edge.

“Please,” I plead. “I can’t… I need to come… For god’s sake, Henry… I need… Please…”

He tsks and I writhe.

“Please, Master.”

“Good girl,” he replies instantly, slamming the heel of his wrist onto my clit. Pleasure explodes and I come for him, contracting hard and fast as wave after wave of sheer bliss washes over me. I’m screaming and clawing at myself, breaking apart and overcome with whatever madness this orgasm is—and Henry refuses to let it end, pushing harder and drawing the damn thing out until I can’t take one second more.

Henry pushes me back to the center of the mattress, staring at me as I pant and try to cool. He rests on his knees, undressing himself as I stare, hypnotized and unable to do anything but breathe.

“Such a good girl for me,” he says, humming to himself. “I didn’t eat dessert though.”

His mouth crashes onto my chest and his tongue plays over my skin. He’s trailing kisses down my body, occasionally sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I writhe, enjoying the sensation, still sensitive.

Henry’s head dives between my legs and I scream as he sucks on my clit. My legs try to snap shut and he smacks the inside of my thigh. It’s a short, sharp awakening and I’m roused from my post-orgasmic trance.

“Behave, lea. I’m starving and you’ve already made me wait for what’s mine.”

I groan and his mouth plays with me. I writhe and he holds me down, flicking his tongue over my clit and sucking it into his mouth. Henry’s not playing with me. He’s fucking eating me alive. There’s no pause, no respite, no reprieve. Only this. Only him. Only us.

His fingers slide inside me and I clench around them, seeking more pleasure. He moves them hard and fast, curling his fingers forward and driving me insane. I’m practically coming again, begging him to stop and never let this end.

Heat rises again and my movements become erratic. I’m grinding into him and I don’t give one single shit. I’m too lost in pleasure, too aroused and consumed by my desire, and my inhibitions evaporate as I chase the release I want. I need. I fucking need it.

“Please, Henry. I’m going to come.”

“When I say, lea. Not before.”

I tremble and his mouth sucks on my clit again. Henry looks up and I stare down at him, completely at ease with him and what we’re doing. I want this, and I drop my head back, surrendering to him.

“Come for me, lea,” he whispers. “Come all over my fucking face.”

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